Max is a flopper. Whenever someone starts petting him, it does not take long for him to flop on the ground, expecting the person to follow him down and continue the petting. Usually, this move flows right into Max rolling on his back, helping the person find his belly for a nice belly rub.
Max is already fairly low to the ground and his flopping only pulls the center of gravity of showing him love closer to the floor. Years ago, I spent a lot of time on the floor with him, petting or playing, especially those early years when he was still technically a puppy. We’d wrestle almost everyday until I was the one who flopped from being so tired.
These days I more often sit on the couch or a chair in the evening and when Max comes over for attention, I let my arm hang over the side. Max will usually still flop, and then I have to stretch as far as I can to continue petting him. In some ways, getting down on the floor with him was more comfortable.
Then, the other night I was working on my computer and heard Max flop down nearby. He looked more ready to fall asleep than wrestle, but something about the look in his eyes reminded me of the times I used to get down on the ground with him.
That moment was hard. It forced me to recognize how our life and rhythms have changed. Nothing has changed drastically, but now my evenings are more focused on kids and I simply get down on the ground with Max far less. I know this is normal and necessary, but it’s still a bit of a gut punch.
And yet, Max’s look was not only conviction, it was also assurance. Max teaches me, night after night, that how we spend time together will change, and in many ways it is good. Max teaches me we haven’t limited the ways we play and enjoy each other’s company, rather we have expanded them.
There will still be an occasional afternoon of extended belly rub on the floor or mild wrestling, but now he has also perfected holding his head up just high enough to reach my fingers over the side of the couch. We have learned to appreciate the moments where we are both on the back porch in the cool evening, resting and enjoying time together as he calmly lays down on the ground and I read or write these kinds of words about him.
At the same time, Max teaches me that however it can happen, it’s worth getting on down with those around us. He teaches me that life and love are hard to do on a high level. The better method is to move near others, get on their level, and be present with them. The specifics may change from time to time or person to person, but the root way of expressing loving care does not.
For Max, that means meeting him where he is, knowing just how far down he may be, and bending over at least a little to reach the world he inhabits. And Max has assured me that the same method works for others as well. Showing care is all about stepping into the other person’s world and shifting with it when their world shifts. It means creating and maintaining a space at the lowest common denominator of life, so that we can all share the love, no matter how often or how far we’ve flopped.
So, thank you Max for getting on down with me and letting me get on down with you. Thank you for teaching me how to maintain a sense of “on the ground” care no matter what changes in our lives.